I tossed and turned on the dragon bed, tangling the brocade quilt into a messy ball.
Mùróng Zhuó's smiling phoenix eyes kept flashing in the darkness—his slightly furrowed brow as he held a brush to review memorials, the sound of his steady breathing as he lay beside me, his words, by turns stern and gentle...
It felt as though he were right beside me at this very moment.
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